Over the last few days, the base had been under near constant attack by the Scorpion’s Hand. A particular assassin tried to attack yellow, only to knocked down with his mouth open by two BEA troopers.
“SS. He was going to take cyanide.” Anna muttered as she yanked the pill out of the assassin’s mouth.
Yellow gestured for the guards and Anna to keep their distance from her and the assassin, at least for now.
A precise stasis field from her free hand froze the assassin in place except for his head, leaving him still able to talk but do nothing else.
“Please…I want to know why,” Yellow asked the assassin in a pleading tone. “Why do all this? Is there something you feel we wronged you over?”
Yellow looked at the assassin, amber eyes searching for some trace of understanding. “Please. Help me understand.”
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